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The inside of my eldest brother’s car was clouded with cigarette smoke and rancid smelling cologne. I did my best not to cough, to not show any weakness. I had never done anything like this before. My finger nervously brushed along the ridged grip of my Glock pistol, my paws quivering as I thought of what I had to do. Tonight, I had to kill a man. My first man.

My family, the Werner family, could trace their lineage all the way back to the Habsburgs in Austria. Not the royals of course, but they as good or better. My family was the behind the scenes players. We made the trouble. We killed, lied, and stole for the highest bidder. That life was charmed in its own sick way, judging by the stories of intrigue, blood, and lies that my grandfather fondly told my brothers and I.

Like all good things this charmed, amoral existence came to an inevitable end. My grandfather Maximillian, at the age of 30, immigrated to the United States in 1934. He’s the one who set in motion the chain of events that led to where I was sitting today. My grandfather used his ancestral talents to great effect in the world of organized crime. My family may not have always been the strongest in the city, but we were definitely the craftiest.

In 1938, eight years before my father’s birth, Maximillian Werner simultaneously executed six of the heavyweights in the crime world. Ever since then, every group in the city has wanted to lay us low. My grandfather kept our operation going strong, even after the loss of his two eldest sons and a daughter. In 1976, my father, Maximillian’s sole surviving son, took over the family business. My grandfather lived for two more decades after that.

My father, Peter Werner, was a good man, but a heartless criminal. In my grandfather’s old age, his wits had slipped, causing my family to lose much of its hold over the city. In an unpredictable show of force, my father ripped the city apart with a war the likes of which hadn’t been seen. In the end, scores of men were killed and the Werner family was once again firmly fixed on the top of the crime pyramid. For all intents and purposes, it looked like things were going to stay that way.

My father had three sons, Max, the oldest, Tobias, and me. I was named Fredrick, after my father’s oldest brother. I was the youngest child in the family, my older brothers were two years apart and in their early thirties, while I was sitting pretty at a youthful 25. My father had a problem, three sons who each, at least in his mind, wanted a piece of the pie he had made for himself. To remedy this gave each of us a fairly equal piece of the business. My brothers and I only answered to him.

My eldest brother got drugs and rackets, Tobias got sex and clubs, and I got guns, the biggest piece of our business. I liked selling guns to people. I was good at it. I never had any sorts of problems with deals going wrong, or anything like that. I was so well liked, that even people that hated my family’s guts were willing to cut truces with my family in order to work with me. That pleased my father to no end. He always said that my diplomatic charisma made me a better man than him. I didn’t believe that for a second.

Tonight, however, was something the three of us brothers had to do. An organization from the west moved into our part of the city, and my father needed us to uphold his image and protect our territory. My brother Tobias was leading them out to the docks where Max, two of Max’s most trusted goons, and I waited. I rolled the window down slightly and took a deep breath. My brother chuckled and threw his cigarette out the window, arching it over my muzzle.

He was a burly wolf who stood six inches taller than I did. He had dark grey fur, with a slight blue tinge, the same as our late mother’s. Max was far more ruthless than me, and flat out enjoyed the rush that came from work like this. He clapped me on the back with a heavy paw, his fingers gripping my shoulder. I sighed, and looked over at him.

“You nervous little brother?” Max asked me.

I looked down at my feet and didn’t answer.

“I know you are,” Max continued, “You don’t need to hide it. It’s brave of you to come out here. I know this type of thing isn’t your cup of tea.”

I smiled. That statement was probably the nicest thing my brother had ever said to me. The goons in the back grumbled and tapped Max on the shoulder. My brother turned back to look at them and nodded as they got out of the car and took their positions. I tried to follow their movements but lost them as they went.

“How did they know where to go?” I asked, “The guys I have helping me are too dense to take any kind of initiative like that.”

Max chuckled and lit up another cigarette.

“Who says they took any initiative,” Max replied, “I went over this earlier today with them.”

I nodded to show my understanding.

“Besides,” Max continued, “Why would you want a bunch of package handlers to take initiative? They’re just glorified help.”

“So, urm, what do I do?” I asked, my finger once again tracing the grip of my pistol, “Is there anything technical I should know?”

Max tensed for a moment and then relaxed. I could tell I was getting on his nerves. He laughed and took a drag of his cigarette.

“I keep forgetting you’ve never done this before,” Max replied, slapping me on the back again, “Alright, I’m only going through this once. Tobias is going to park beside our car, and my guys will shoot up the car following him. Once they stop shooting, you and I stroll up and make sure that everyone who needs to be dead is dead.”

“So what kind of guns do your guys have?” I asked, feeling like I could actually input some useful information.

“Those Russian ones you sold us,” Max said with a chuckle, “After seeing what those guns can do, I’d be surprised if you even had to fire that little pea shooter.

I held back a sigh of relief and nodded. The Bizon SMG was definitely a formidable weapon. Hopefully, I wouldn’t have to shoot anyone. Although just witnessing it was going to be bad enough. Whoever was in that car was going to be holier than Swiss cheese. I cracked my knuckles and looked resolutely forward, waiting for the tell-tale glare of headlights to shine across the dock.

“So,” Max began, “When does your squeeze get home?”

I blinked. Max never talked about who I dated. I was dating an elementary school teacher, a human about my age named Sterling. We had first met 4 years ago, a result of a very awkward run in at a museum bathroom. After that, we exchanged numbers and started a very strong romantic relationship. He had moved in to my place two years ago, and things had been going swimmingly since. He was in California right now waiting for his older sister to have a baby. It had been a while since he’d been home, apparently there were some complications, but I didn’t know much more than that.

I had never fully considered myself as gay, even though that was what I was. Something about my upbringing, and the way my peers thought about the whole thing kept me far in the closet. I enjoyed the company of women from time to time, which made it easier to fit in, but not nearly as much as I enjoyed the embrace of my fellow man. Sterling changed all of that, and made it much easier for me to actually be myself. If it wasn’t for him, my family would have had no idea. I still didn’t know how they felt, but I had nothing but the highest hopes that they would accept me.

“Well,” I said with a gulp, “I haven’t heard from him in a while, so I’m not quite sure.”

“He talked to Dad,” Max began, “Apparently they had a good, long talk.”

That really surprised me, my father was even more insistent about ignoring my love-life.

“Sterling talked to Dad?” I asked, “What about?”

“Business and you,” Max chuckled, “Hey, maybe your fairy boyfriend is gonna be a mobster.”

I shrugged off the coarse remark. Sterling was what humans called a twink. Something to do with being slender and clean shaven. The stupid labels humans gave each other made no sense to me, after all, wolves didn’t have any sort of label for body type other than buff and skinny. Sterling was by no means a fairy, in fact, if you walked past him on the street you wouldn’t think he was gay, not for a second.

“I highly doubt that,” I replied, “He hardly knows anything about what our family does.”

Max snorted.

“You’ve got some balls,” The bigger wolf began.

“Why do you say that?” I asked.

“Dating that guy,” Max replied, “I suppose the only reason dad’s so chill with it is because your squeeze is just some human.”

“He’s not like those other humans,” I said defensively.

Max had a very low opinion of humans. In his eyes they were weak, dishonorable, and not worth a quarter of a good wolf. I found the opposite to be true, they were different, with different values and morals, but their hearts were in the right place. I always shrugged off his speciesist remarks, Max always saw anyone who wasn’t a wolf as lesser.

“I’d think more highly of humans too if I had a human’s mouth around my cock every night,” Max snorted, “Your opinion isn’t exactly unbiased.”

“Like yours ever are,” I grumbled.

Thankfully, the gleam of headlights coming around the corner stopped Max from retorting. I didn’t have the energy to get into an argument with my pig headed brother. My heart started pounding, and I pulled my pistol out of its holster and laid it on my lap. My brother Tobias’s car, a blue luxury sedan, pulled up beside ours. The other car followed behind him, but didn’t make it within 50 feet of us.

Max’s goons fired from the shadows on either side of the vehicle. I covered my ears as over a hundred bullets buried themselves in the vehicle and its occupants. My eyes went wide as my brother turned on the car and turned on the headlights. I shuddered as he pulled up closer and stopped again. He looked at me as he pulled out his pistol, which was twice the size of mine.

“You take the driver’s side,” Max began as he got out of the car, “Don’t show any mercy.”

I nodded and took a deep breath before opening the door and getting out. Looking at the bullet-ridden hunk of metal that lay smoking in front of me, the thought of anyone being alive in there was a bad joke. The car was bulletproof, but was still riddled with holes and dents. The red, dripping stains on what remained of the windshield and windows showed that the flurry of bullets was very effective.

I heard a groan and a creak as a door on my assigned side of the car opened up. I took a deep breath, and fully aware of the eyes on my back, walked forward slowly to take care of the survivor. He was a bull, who looked to be dazed, but unhurt. His dark eyes opened wide at the sight of me and he pulled out a pistol from in inside of his bloodstained jacket.

I fired, catching him under the arm and rocking his body with the force of the impact. The bull shivered and moved his gun over to the other hand. I gulped, moved closer, and fired again, this time aiming for his temple. Blood spurted everywhere, a large jet spattering on the front of my blue suit jacket, as the bovine’s body shuddered violently and lay still in a growing pool of blood. Max chuckled and applauded jokingly.

“Well damn little brother,” Max began, “You’re more of a man than I thought.”

Tobias growled.

“Shut up Max,” Tobias replied, “Or else I’ll tell him the story about the first time you had to kill someone.”

I smiled as Max grumbled and shut his mouth. Tobias could have passed for my twin, in appearance and manner. He was a little smaller and skinnier than me, but had same reddish-grey fur that me and my father had. Tobias was the person closest to me in our family, and was the only one who had ever truly had my back. He was very well-spoken, which made him perfect for running the only legitimate aspect of my family’s business.

My brother worked with prostitutes, but he also ran six totally legitimate nightclubs. Those nightclubs were how we laundered our money, and also were a huge part of my family’s finances. Tobias sighed and looked over the carnage in front of him.

“At least that’s done with,” Tobias began, “Let’s head to the bar, have a few drinks, and forget about it.”

I shook my head.

“I just want to go home,” I replied with a sigh, “You guys go on without me.”

Tobias chuckled.

“That’s probably the best place for you,” He said with a smile, “We’ve got a surprise for you there.”

“A surprise?” I asked, “What kind of surprise?”

“Goddamn it Tobias, Dad says he wasn’t supposed to know,” Max began, “Why don’t you take him home? I’ll meet you at the Swansong in an hour.”

Tobias nodded and waved me over to his car.

“Come on bro,” Tobias said as he got into his car, “Let’s get you home.”

I waved goodbye to Max and returned the nods of approval and handshakes from my brother’s goons. I put my pistol back in its holster and walked over to the passenger side of my brother’s car. Tobias pulled away from the carnage and out onto the highway as the wailing noise of police sirens reached my ears. Tobias sighed and wiped his brow.

“God I am glad this nasty business is done,” Tobias said with a chuckle, “You want a cigarette?”

I shook my head.

“You sure?” Tobias asked, “It’ll calm your nerves”

“But I am calm,” I said with a new tremor in my voice.

I looked down at my paw and saw that it was shaking. I blinked and stared at it, zoning out as I did so. Tobias put his paw on my shoulder, snapping me out of it. I shivered and sighed. It was finally hitting me. I began to shake more violently and I barely managed to choke out.

“I-I killed that guy,” I barely managed to spit out, “Jesus fuck… I killed him Tobias.”

Tobias pulled over and hugged me tight. I started to cry, and pressed myself into my brother’s arms.

“I know,” Tobias said with a sigh, “The first is always the worst.”

I pulled away sniffling and punched my brother in the arm.

“Do not tell Dad,” I replied, “Or Max.”

Tobias chuckled and nodded.

“Sterling too right?” Tobias asked with a smirk.

I glared at him.

“Don’t you dare,” I replied, “He worries about me enough without all this new shit going on.”

“Don’t worry little bro, this will be our secret,” Tobias chuckled, “I won’t tell a soul. I think you should tell Sterling though, next time you see him.”

“You sure?” I asked, buckling my seatbelt as we began driving again.

“He’s pretty much a mobster wife now,” Tobias replied, “I mean you guys have got to get married soon right?”

Tobias was right, and if I wasn’t who I was, Sterling would have been my husband already. I’m sure Sterling wanted to get married too, after all, who doesn’t after living together for two years. I shook my head and sighed heavily.

“I couldn’t,” I replied, “Dad would never go for it.”

“Hey times are changing,” Tobias said as he pulled onto my street, “You’d be surprised what the old man would say if you asked him.”

As much as I appreciated my brother’s optimistic attitude, I knew that I could never marry the man I loved. My father was old school, and had finally gotten over the fact that his youngest son would never give him biological grandchildren. I couldn’t see what the issue was though, because my father had more than enough. He had six, all from my oldest brother Max, two grandsons and four granddaughters.

We drove the end of the street and parked outside of my house at the end of the street. It was a single story house, one bed, one bath. Nothing too fancy, but more than enough for Sterling and I. The lights were on, and my father’s car was parked in my driveway. I blanched and slowly got out of the car as my brother turned the car off.

“Do you know why he’s here?” I asked, quickly trying to figure out if I had done anything to piss him off recently.

Tobias chuckled.

“Of course I know why he’s here,” Tobias replied, “Just go in, it’s nothing bad.”

I gulped and walked up the paved walkway to my front door. I opened it, and stepped inside. My ears perked up as I heard a very familiar laugh, and a smile crept across my face. I slid off my shoes and walked into my living room. Sitting on our nice leather couch, a dirty martini held gently in his hand, was my mate, Sterling. Sitting beside him, holding a tall glass of gin, was my father.

“Hello Fredrick,” My father began in the calm tone he always spoke with.

My father was not a physically imposing man, but his voice held a power that made even the strongest men tremble. He was average height and didn’t weigh much at all. His reddish-grey fur was just now starting to show a tinge of white, but his eyes still twinkled with a youthful splendor.

“I’m surprised that you never officially introduced me to your boyfriend here,” Peter began, “I’m pleased to see you have good taste. He’s a pleasure to talk to.”

Sterling smiled and jumped up from the couch. He ran to me and jumped into my arms, his face pressed into my chest. I blinked and held him to my chest, not wanting to be too affectionate in front of my father. Peter chuckled and stood up.

“I guess that is my cue to leave,” My father said with a grunt, “Sterling, remember what we talked about. Give me a call later alright.”

Sterling turned away from me and nodded.

“Yes sir,” My boyfriend replied, “Drive home safe.”

My father grumbled and left the house. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by a passionate kiss. My tail wagged as I savored my mate’s presence, I forgot how much I missed the way he smelled, the way he tasted. We broke apart, and I blushed as I noticed an uncomfortable tightness over the front of my pants.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were back?” I asked, “And why were you having drinks with my father?”

Sterling looked down and shuffled his feet.

“Well,” He began, “I tried to call you once I got back into town this morning. I wanted to surprise you. You didn’t pick up, so I figured I had nothing to lose and called your father.”

I whined quietly.

“What did he tell you?” I asked, looking over my mate protectively, “Did he ask you to do anything?”

Sterling shook his head.

“No, he just asked me to become a part of the family,” He replied, “I’m going out to the Rowdy tomorrow night with you. Your dad invited me.”

I groaned and walked out to the hallway. The Rowdy was where my father staged underground fighting matches. It was one of the few things that my father still owned outright in the business. Every month, our family would gather, watch a fight, and talk business. Sterling’s invitation to this meant only one thing, that my father wanted him to become involved.

I’m sure my dad knew better than to slap a gun in Sterling’s hand and tell him to work for him, but he was doing the next worse thing. This would make Sterling an accomplice, and would make him vulnerable if things went sour. I sighed and hung my coat up, the handle of my pistol showing for an instant before I stashed it in the side coat pocket.

“You’ve never carried a gun before,” Sterling said from the doorway behind me, “What’s wrong Freddie?”

My brothers used to call me Freddie when I was a little pup. God how I had hated that nickname, but when Sterling called me by that name, it felt different. I knew it was just a stupid nickname, but if you knew Sterling, you’d understand. He had a way of making things sweet. I sighed, there was no way I could tell him what happened.

“Nothing’s wrong,” I lied, “Don’t worry about it.”

Now that I was home, I was beginning to feel my composure failing. All I could see in my mind’s eye was the bull I killed. My paw shook as I turned around to face Sterling. He had moved behind me and gently held my shaking paw.

“I know something’s wrong,” Sterling replied, “I saw the blood on your jacket love. Did you have to…?”

I nodded and shed a tear. I was glad my father was gone. I knew that this tear would be the first of many. Sterling kissed me again and led me into the living room. This was why I loved him, he always wanted to take care of people, something I found very admirable. I knew I was in good hands tonight.

“You want a drink?” Sterling asked, “Or food?”

I thought for a moment.

“A shower,” I replied, “Will you take one with me?”

Sterling nodded and kissed me again.

“Give me some time to clean up the living room first,” He began, “I’ll just get in with you when I finish.”

I nodded and slowly walked into our bathroom. I sighed and stripped naked, looking over my muscular body. I went to the gym as often as I could, I liked looking fit, but that was nothing compared to how Sterling felt about my muscles. I turned on the shower and stepped into it. The water was a touch above lukewarm, which was just the way I liked it.

I sighed and relaxed, letting the water massage my body. My ears perked up as I heard Sterling’s footfalls moving closer to the bathroom. My mate walked into the bathroom, stripped, and got into the shower with me. He stood up close to me, his hands moving to my shoulders. I nuzzled his neck and held him close, reveling in the feeling of his soft skin under my fingers.

“I missed you,” I began, “These last three months were torture.”

“I missed you too,” Sterling replied, “You could have gone with me you know. I needed someone to help me forget the family drama.”

“I don’t do family baby,” I chuckled, “Anyways, how’s your sister? How’s the baby.”

Sterling chuckled and looked me in the eyes.

“Everything’s great,” Sterling began, “They’re both in perfect health. My sister had a little baby boy. She named him Timothy, after my dad.”

I smiled and hugged him close.

“That’s great sweetheart,” I replied with a wide smile, “I really should have gone though. You’re right about that. What if something bad had happened?”

Sterling kissed me and chuckled.

“But nothing did,” Sterling replied, “Don’t worry about it babe, I know you’re busy.”

I held my boyfriend close and sighed happily. Sterling was my world. I don’t think I could ever love anything half as much as I did him. The human chuckled and kissed my cheek.

“Holding that baby though,” Sterling began with a sigh, “God I’ve never felt so, I don’t know, small. I feel bad that you and I are never going to have that.”

I frowned and looked down at the human.

“Of course we can have that,” I replied, “It’s just going to be an armful of whimpering wolf pups instead of a squalling human brat.”

Sterling chuckled and backed away from me.

“What if I want a human kid?” Sterling said with a smirk, “Your dad might just have to deal with a human grandkid.”

I looked away and barely managed to stifle a whine. Truthfully, I had no idea how to broach the idea of kids with my father. I pulled Sterling back against me, my fingers rubbing slow circles on his back. After a few moments I was able to muster a response.

“Yeah, maybe,” I said quietly.

“Enough about that though,” Sterling began, cutting my train of thought with a gentle caress, “What happened tonight Freddie?”

I whined and looked away from the human in my arms.

“I-I had some work to do,” I replied, “Just you know, family stuff.”

Sterling knew the kind of work my family did, but really didn’t know any specifics. I would have liked to keep it that way, but dinner tomorrow would fully make Sterling a part of my family’s criminal undertakings.

“You’ve never had to carry a gun though,” Sterling said sternly, “Did someone get shot?”

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Did you shoot them?” He asked, his tone softening and his hand moving up to stroke my cheek.

“Y-yes,” I barely managed to get out.

Sterling recoiled slightly, but didn’t turn away. He reached up to kiss me again, his fingers curling in the fur on my chest. I kissed him back, a few tears rolling down my cheeks.

“I-I know your dad wouldn’t make you do anything like that unless he had a very good reason,” Sterling said calmly, “He was a bad guy right? The guy you shot.”

I chuckled in spite of myself.

“We’re all bad guys,” I replied, “It was business. People being someplace they didn’t belong.”

“Why didn’t one of your brothers do it?” Sterling said, “I mean that older brother of yours, the scary one, isn’t the enforcer gig his thing?”

“My dad needed people he could trust to do this thing,” I began, “There’s no one on Earth that my father trusts more than his children.”

“That doesn’t mean you had to shoot the guy,” Sterling replied indignantly, “I mean, come on, you and I both know much that stuff bothers you.”

Sterling was telling the truth. I could barely make it through a violent movie. This was why I never let my arms deals turn violent, because I detested violence. I couldn’t let it show though, or my father and my family would never respect me.

“I had to do it because that’s how it worked out,” I said with a frown, “Just drop it Sterling, I don’t want to talk about this.”

Sterling nodded and crossed his arms as he moved back away from me. I sighed and touched his cheek gently. I never wanted to talk about my feelings, and Sterling hated it. The human smiled slightly and nuzzled my hand, planting a kiss on my knuckle.

“You should stand back and let me look at you,” I began, my paw moving down to caress over my mate’s neck.

“You are looking at me,” Sterling smiled, turning to face away from me.

I sultrily murred at the sight of Sterling’s backside, and my eyes greedily sucked up the sight in front of them. My mate had a modestly curved rump, but I loved it. The human looked back at me and chuckled.

“You are such a horn dog,” Sterling began, “You’re being more pervy than usual tonight.”

I rolled my eyes and pulled my boyfriend back to me. My plump sheath nuzzled against his rump and I growled quietly. Sterling blushed and trembled at the sound, pressing himself against me harder. He always loved it when I growled or did something animalistic. I moved my paws down to rub over his slender stomach and hips. He was mine, and I needed to show it.

“N-not tonight baby,” Sterling said breathily, “I know you want to, but I’m just too tired.”

I whined and ground my hips against his rump.

“Please,” I began, “You can sleep in tomorrow and I’ll cook breakfast.”

Sterling turned to look at me and rolled his eyes.

“Tell you what,” He chuckled, “We can do it on the condition that you don’t cook breakfast.”

I kissed him and hugged him tightly.

“Alright,” I replied, “Want to take this to the bedroom?”

Sterling nodded and reached behind him to turn off the shower. I let him get out first, my eyes watching his rear as he moved across the grey tile floor to grab a towel. I followed suit, getting closer to my mate’s body than necessary. The human blushed and looked up at me as he finished drying up. At that moment, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.

I pinned him up against the bathroom wall, and moved my paws to his rump. He moaned quietly as I lifted him up, and his slender legs wrapped around me.

“Baby,” Sterling gasped as I began to kiss his neck, “Mmm, god right there.”

I ground my hips against him, growling deeply at the feeling of soft skin against my crotch. Sterling moaned and grabbed my shoulders. He was blushing hard,

“Let’s go to the bed,” Sterling said breathily, “I want to do something for you.”

I murred and moved up to nibble on his ear.

“What’s that baby?” I whispered huskily, “You gotta tell me. I need to know if it’s worth it.”

Sterling whimpered and moaned quietly as my member slid out of its sheath. I wasn’t the biggest down there, but it was more than enough for Sterling. The human reached down and grasped it, his soft fingers stroking over my member. I growled and kissed over his neck, his grip firming with each suckle and nibble.

“Come on hon,” Sterling whined, “Let me do this for you.”

I chuckled.

“Only if you ride it,” I replied with a smirk.

Sterling nodded and blushed. I gave him another nibble on the neck and set him down on the floor. I loved teasing him like this, he always went the extra mile after a good session of foreplay. He blushed and watched me walk out of the room, I could feel his eyes watching my body. Honestly it felt really fucking good.

I moved to our bed down the hall and laid down on my back, my feet dangling over the bed. It took a few minutes, but my boyfriend finally came in, his eyes glued to me as he sat down beside me. He started stroking me gently, spreading a layer of lube over my cock. I chuckled and relaxed, murring at the stimulation.

“I thought you were gonna do something for me baby,” I began, “I think I like where this is going though.”

Sterling blushed harder and looked down.

“I’ll do it next time,” Sterling replied, “I need you.”

My ears raised and I lifted my head up. Sterling chuckled and straddled me, pushing my head back down on the bed.

“You know, you’re too much of a bitch to be in charge,” I said with a smile as I gave my mate a slap on the rump.

Sterling moaned and blushed.

“You like that don’t you,” I murred, taking the opportunity to grope my mate’s ass, “You gonna put me in?”

Sterling nodded and reached down shakily for my member. He took it, and pressed it up against him. He moaned quietly as he put my tip in, his lip firmly held between his teeth. I moved my paw up to his thigh, and fought the urge to force him down on my cock. He was just as tight as he remembered, but just a bit more hesitant.

“You alright?” I asked, my paw rubbing slow circles over his thigh, “Am I too big for you? It has been a while.”

Sterling bit his lip and shook his head. I moved my paws above his ass and held him as he tortuously lowered himself down on my member. I groaned and panted as he buried more and more of me in him. It was slow going, and I continued to rub over my mate’s back and rump, reveling in the contact.

“God I fucking missed you,” I said with a gasp as he hilted himself in me.

“I did too,” Sterling replied, his cock rock hard, “Give me a bit ok.”

“Yeah baby,” I began, pulling him down for a deep and passionate kiss.

As we kissed he began to slowly move on top of me. I moaned into his mouth and shifted my hips a little bit. I sat up and propped my head and upper back against the headboard, giving myself more room to kiss and nibble on Sterling’s neck. I needed this, desperately, Sterling had a way of making troubles melt away. We began to speed up, our hips moving in time with each other. There was no question that this would be quick.

“I love you,” Sterling gasped into my ear, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” I murred, in between my pants.

My phone began to ring in the bathroom. I growled and bit my lip. My father almost never called me, and when he did I knew better than to ignore him. I sighed and held my mate to me. I stood us up and thrust into him a few more times.

“Look you keep going until I answer the phone,” I began, “Take a break when I’m talking, and finish us up after. Got it.”

Sterling nodded, gasped, and did exactly as he was told. I was close, but unable to finish by the time I answered the phone.

“Yes boss,” I said with a fake yawn, “Everything alright.”

“No,” My father said calmly, “How soon can you be at Bowman Field?”

I thought for a moment and sighed.

“Depends on how important it is,” I replied, “I’m kinda in the middle of something with Sterling here.”

Sterling looked at me with his jaw dropped. My father knew what my life was now, he’d just have to deal with it.

“Okay,” Peter began after a long pause, “Be up here as soon as you can.”

My father hung up and I looked at my mate with a smile.

“Looks like we got some time baby.”

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Thirty minutes later I pulled up behind a trio of cars at the park. My father and both of my brothers were here already. I should have been more scared about what I had said to my father, but truthfully I didn’t care. I stopped the car and got out, spraying myself with some cheap cologne to hide the odor of sweat and sex. I could see the three of them standing on top of a hill up ahead.

I looked around the dimly-lit park and moved forward, my leather shoes scrunching the well-trodden dirt beneath my feet. I came up beside Tobias and put a paw on his shoulder.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“That,” Tobias pointed down the hill.

Lying beneath our feet was a dead wolf, face down between two bushes. I gasped.

“Fuck, is that…” I began.

“Martino,” Max said with a sigh, “Yep, those motherfuckers from out west called us. Said it was only the beginning.”

“He took three to the face,” Tobias began, “He crawled 50 yards before he died.”

My father turned to look at me, his eyes burning with quiet rage.

“If you ever put that faggot ahead of this family again, I won’t hesitate to force you back on the right path,” Peter growled, “I need you to be in with this 100%. We will not lose this city, not again.”

Silence.

“He is this family now,” I replied, “You’ve seen to that.”

Peter turned and glared.

“Then I hope you can protect him,” My father began, turning back to face Martino’s body, “Sterling's a target now.”